User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-9124274-20150402214737/@comment-2246928-20150404233539

"Azooly! Ragurrog! DORE-YEN STROIKECLAW!"

The strange creature swaggered down the aisle, swinging its lantern into the many faces of the slaves. Some recognizing it, they recoiled or cringed, while others glared defiantly at the beast. It repeated the names, its voice raising in irritation, before it looked up at Cawn. It leered through its mask of sashes, silks and scarves.

"Wurr bee moi slaves?"